I’m a 20-year-old woman going to school in New York. Recently I admitted to myself that I’m either a lesbian or a strongly female-oriented bisexual and ended my first-ever relationship with a boyfriend.

With the boyfriend gone and my social anxiety being dealt with in counseling, I’m craving another woman’s company. But I have no idea how to meet women. I also worry because I’ve never had an actual sexual experience with a woman. I feel that I can’t guarantee to a potential date that I’m the “real thing” rather than just a curious straight.

–Lonely in New York

“There’s weird pressure in a big city to know exactly who you are,” said New York actor and director John Cameron Mitchell when we spoke on the phone about your letter. “You can wind up feeling more lonely because everyone else seems to know who they are.”

Mitchell was slapping me down for suggesting that you, as a relatively inexperienced young woman, were in the right place. I mean, is there a better spot on the planet for a woman to explore her sexuality than fucking New York City? And isn’t Shortbus, Mitchell’s new film, a loving portrait of New York City’s sexual demimonde, complete with full-on, hard-core, integral-to-the-plot sex? I thought Mitchell would order you to get your ass down to the Village or over to Brooklyn or up to the Bronx or wherever hip sexual nonconformists are this week.

But Mitchell felt like you had some homework to do first. “There’s a contradiction in her letter,” he said. “She says she’s finally admitted to being a lesbian, or at least bi, but at the end she says she can’t guarantee that she’s the real thing. She may need therapy more than she needs a list of lesbian bars in New York.”

Once you get your shit together and have a little clearer idea of just who and what you are, LINY, Mitchell does have a tip for you. “The most happening lesbian and bisexual women I know,” said Mitchell, “are into music and involved in the music scene. There are all kinds of interesting gender-queer and lesbian music acts around. When you’re ready, check out GO NYC magazine, the biggest lesbian street rag, and get out there.”

I’m a 24-year-old hetero woman. In college I was involved in sexual health education and encouraged every woman I met to love her vag and teach her partner how to love it. My deep dark secret is that I have never been able to convince myself. It almost brings me to tears when my boyfriend asks to go down on me. I love penetrative sex (and can orgasm during it), but I think my vagina is ugly. Am I the only woman out there who feels like this? Help! –Please Keep Me Anonymous

Mitchell’s first film, Hedwig and the Angry Inch, made him a hero to sexual nonconformists everywhere, which is why I invited him to be a special guest expert in this week’s column. While I knew he’d give good advice, I didn’t expect that Mitchell, a gay man, would have firsthand experience with learning to love vag.

But while making Shortbus, Mitchell told me, “I ate pussy for the first time.” One of his actors told Mitchell that since he was asking his performers to push their sexual boundaries, he should too. “I said, ‘Well, I’ll do something that I’ve never done, in a gesture of solidarity.’ And so I ate some pussy.” So how was it? “It was delicious, but I didn’t get turned on.”

Now if Mitchell, a gay man, is comfortable enough with vag to eat one out, how is it that a hip, liberated woman like you isn’t even comfortable with her own vag?

“Women internalize bad feelings about their bodies,” said Mitchell. “Even the woman I ate out was like, ‘You sure you want to do this?’ And she was shy even though she’s this very strong, forward, out-there woman.”

Why would even a strong,

sex-positive woman be susceptible

to these feelings?

“Women are taught that their

genitals are dirty and bad because they have power over straight men. In some cultures they literally cut it off, cut it away, to try and kill its power. But it’s no weirder than a penis,” said Mitchell, speaking from experience. “It’s just got more elements.”

Our recommendation for you, PKMA? Why, therapy, of course. Find a sex-positive shrink, open up about your secret, and get the help you need to get over your vag issues. Good luck.

I had a bland childhood. I’m the very portrait of an average American woman, a vanilla kind of girl. Except for one thing: when I was in my early teens I used to have dreams about being bigger than my sexual partners, stronger and more powerful.

Fast-forward to now. I dream about towering over my male sex partners. I masturbate about it. I’ve searched online and found to my surprise that I’m not the only one. I even found a magazine, Giantess, that was exactly what I have been fantasizing about. Unfortunately it’s no longer in print.

How the hell can I experience my fantasy when it’s physically impossible? And how do you explain to a guy that you want him to be the size of a Ken doll so that you can have your way with him? –Big Girls Don’t Cry

“I’d say she had something more than a bland childhood,” said Mitchell. “Sometimes fetishes are a way for people to balance out certain aspects of their lives. As a young person perhaps she felt small and powerless, because as an adult she finds excitement in being in control and having power.”

How can you realize your fantasy? You’ll never hold a 12-inch-tall man in your hands, but you can hold a Ken doll while talking dirty with a man who shares your giantess fetish.

And look on the bright side: you have a fetish that appeals to a number of guys–which means you’ll be able to take your pick. “And if that magazine is defunct, then start another one!” Mitchell adds.

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